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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
June Days,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.