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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.