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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 ABC to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Index,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.