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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.