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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Pagans,
The Motions,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.