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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.