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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.