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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.