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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Unwound,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.