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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.