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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Fat Boys 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.