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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Moleskins 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.