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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Index,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.