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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.