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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
The Monks,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.