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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.