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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Monks,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
The Names,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.