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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.