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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Magma,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.