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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.