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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.