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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.