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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.