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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Franke,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Quadrant,
MC5,
DNA,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.