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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
JFA,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.