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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.