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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.