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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.