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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.