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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Raincoats to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.