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 Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.