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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.