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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.