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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.