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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Matthew Halsall 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.