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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.