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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Magma,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.