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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.