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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.