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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.