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 India and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.