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 Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.