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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Television to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
MC5,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.