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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.