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 Johannesburg.
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 Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.