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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.