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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.