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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
UT,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.