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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.