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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.