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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.