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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.