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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Skriet,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.