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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.