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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.