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 Fiji 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.