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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Detroit Cobras 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.