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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.