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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.