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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.