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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.