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 Laos 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.