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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.