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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.