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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight 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?
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Faust,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.