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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Stooges to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.