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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.