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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.