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 Cairo.
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 Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.