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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Pole,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
the Swans,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.