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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Qualms,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.