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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.