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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.