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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pagans to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.