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 United States and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.