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 Mongolia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.