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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.