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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
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.