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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.