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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Little Man,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.