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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.