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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.