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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.