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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Deakin,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.