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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.