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 Ivory Coast 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.