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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.