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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.