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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Pole,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
The Residents,
ABC,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.