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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.