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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.