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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.