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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.