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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flipper 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.