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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.