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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang of Four to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.