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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.