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 Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.