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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.