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 France and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.