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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Q65,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.