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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.