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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.