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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.