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 Uganda 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.