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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.