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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.