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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.