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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Index,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Inner City,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.