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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.