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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers 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?
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.