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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.