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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Monolake,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.