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 Malta 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.