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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.