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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.