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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Magma,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.