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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.