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 Laos and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.