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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Seeds to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.