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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.