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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.