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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.