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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.