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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.