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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Jacob Miller to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Can,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.