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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Nas,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.