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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.