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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Slave,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.