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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fugs to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.