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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.