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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Mars,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.