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 Peru 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.