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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.