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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.