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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
UT,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.