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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.