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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Niagra to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.