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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.