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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.