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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.