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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Zeros to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.