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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
ABBA,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.