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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Buckinghams to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
X-102,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.