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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.