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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Deakin,
UT,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Technova,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.