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 Israel and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the electroclash 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.