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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.