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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.