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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.