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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Ituana,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.