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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Can,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.