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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.