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 Monaco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
The Move,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.