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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
PIL,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.