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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.