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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.