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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.