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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Index,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Ponytail,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.