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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.