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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Ten City,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.