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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.