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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.