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 Austria and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.