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 Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.