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 Austria 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.