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 Uzbekistan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.