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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.