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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.