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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.