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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.