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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 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 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.