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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.