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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.