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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Aswad 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Little Man,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Slave,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.