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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.