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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.