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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.