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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Television,
Chrome,
Can,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.