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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.