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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.