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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.