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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pantytec 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.