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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Fear,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
the Association,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.