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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Rites of Spring 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.