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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls 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?
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.