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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fugs to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.