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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Index to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
The Sound,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.