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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.