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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.