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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.