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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.