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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.