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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Echospace to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.