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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Skriet,
DNA,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.