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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.