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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.