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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.