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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Pole,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.