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 France and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.