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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.