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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.