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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.