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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Urselle,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.