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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.