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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
DNA,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.