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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.