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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
the Germs,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.