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 Canada and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Japan,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.