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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.