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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.