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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.