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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
UT,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.