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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.