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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Rekid,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.