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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.