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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.