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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.