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 Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.