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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 L. Decosne to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.