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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 10cc to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.