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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.