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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.