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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.