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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.