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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.