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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.