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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Visage,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.