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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 MC5 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.