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 Vietnam 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Moebius,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.