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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.