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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.