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 Mongolia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.