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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.