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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.