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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pagans 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.