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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.