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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.