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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Franke,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.