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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.