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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.