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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.