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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.