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 Netherlands 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
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.