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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Skaos,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.