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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.