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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Franke,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.