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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
X-101,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Oneida,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.