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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.