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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.