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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Organ,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.