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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.