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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.