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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.