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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
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 Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.