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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.