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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
UT,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.