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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.