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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Technova,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.