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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.