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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.