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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.