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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
EPMD,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.