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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Visage,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
UT,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.