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 Namibia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.