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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.