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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Q65,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.