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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.