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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.