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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.