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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Wings,
Excepter,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.