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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Crime,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.