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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Deakin,
The Move,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.