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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Remains 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.