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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Monks,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.