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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.