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 Romania 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.