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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.