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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.