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 Australia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
The Names,
Index,
Qualms,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
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.