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 Mozambique 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.