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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.