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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.