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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Make Up,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.