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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.