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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Slackers to the rock 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Index,
Visage,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
The Toasters,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.