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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '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 Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.