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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Brick,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.