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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Cameo,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.