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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.