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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
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.