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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.