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 Dominican Republic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Franke,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.