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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.