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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Little Man,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.