Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.