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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.