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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.