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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.