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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.