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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Hashim to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
10cc,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.