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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Index to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.