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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.