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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.