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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 John Holt to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.