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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.