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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.