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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.