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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
John Cale,
DNA,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.