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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Pagans,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Gong,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Index,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.