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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.