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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
New Order,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Television,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.