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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Organ,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.