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 Ghana 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Gong,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.