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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.