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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.