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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.