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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.