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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.