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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.