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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.