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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.