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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.