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 Uganda 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Visage,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.