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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.