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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.