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 Algeria 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.