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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.