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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.