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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.