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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.