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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.