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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Brick,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.