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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.