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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.