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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.