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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.