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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.