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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Scion,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.