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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.