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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.