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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Seeds to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Section 25,
the Association,
Kayak,
Ossler,
The Move,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.