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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Golliwogs 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?
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.