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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.