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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Leaves 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
UT,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.