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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.