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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 R.M.O. 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.