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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.