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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.