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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.