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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.