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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Offenders to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.