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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.