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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.