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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Nas,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.