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 Solomon Islands 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.