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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.