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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.