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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
ABC,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.