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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Swans to the dance 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.