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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.