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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.