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 Egypt 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.