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 Portugal 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.