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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.