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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.