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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.