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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.