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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.