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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.