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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.