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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Trojans to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Index,
World's Most,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.