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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.