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 France and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.