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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Josef K,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.