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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.