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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.