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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.