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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
the Association,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.