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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.