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 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.