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 Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.