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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.