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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.