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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.