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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.