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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.