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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.