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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.