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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.