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 Laos 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.