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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.