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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Echospace,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Wings,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.