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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.