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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.