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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.