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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Searchers,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.