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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Pretty Things to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Roxette,
Magma,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.