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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.