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 Maldives 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.