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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Q65,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.