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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.