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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.