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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.