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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.