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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.