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 South Africa and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.