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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.