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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.