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 Monaco and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.