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 Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.