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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.