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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.