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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.