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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
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.