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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.