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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.