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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Index to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
DNA,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.