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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Smog,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.