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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.