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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 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 The Martian to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.