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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Seeds 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.