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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.