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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.