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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Ludus to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.