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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Aswad,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.