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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.