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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.