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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.