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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.