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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
June Days,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.