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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.