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 Belgium 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Pretty Things to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.