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 Switzerland 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.