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 Chad 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.