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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.