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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Nas,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Monolake,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.