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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Faust,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.