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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 Lille and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Wings,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.