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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.