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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.