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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.