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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.