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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Fear,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.