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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.