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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.