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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.