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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.