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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the dance 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.