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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Rekid,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.