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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.