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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.