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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.