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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.