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 Uruguay 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.