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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Technova,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.