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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.