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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.