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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Can,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.