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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.