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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.