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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Television,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.