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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.