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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.