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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.