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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.