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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
AZ,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.