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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.