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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Electric Prunes 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Erasure,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.