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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Swans,
The Motions,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.