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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the techno 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
June Days,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
X-101,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Index,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.