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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.