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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.