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 Oman 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.