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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crime to the dance 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.