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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.