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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.