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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.