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 Botswana 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.