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 Belgium and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.