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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Smog,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.