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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.