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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.