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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.