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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.