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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.