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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Skaos,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.