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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.