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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.