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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.