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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.