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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.