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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.