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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
New Order,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.