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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.