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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.