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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.