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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Music Machine 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.