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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.