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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.