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 Germany 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Nico,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.