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 Gabon and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Technova,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Wire,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.