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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.