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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.