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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.