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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.