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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.