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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.