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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
The Index,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.