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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.