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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
The Names,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
AZ,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.