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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.